Kalavar King falls into that class of movies whose key redeeming feature is their second-rate-ness. Not wanting to be sucked into the deep sticky marshes of mediocrity, however, Kalavar King resorts to one last try to win audiences' hearts in the last 20 minutes - bounce a fruit off Shweta Basu's half-covered bosom. Thrice, in case you're missing the point.
No, it's not a sleazy movie, and neither is it an offensive one; it's just an anesthetizingly dull flick. The movie opens with Rajesh (Nikhil) trying to smuggle Shruthi (Shweta Basu Prasad) out of a forced wedding with a vill....